WELL, YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY!

NO, THAT WAS FATHER BURKE.

I THINK YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED
IN A LITTLE PROPOSITION.

(JACK) FECK OFF!

THAT SAME BOY WROTE TO ME
FIVE WEEKS AGO...

AND SPEAKING OF CAKE... I HAVE CAKE.

# I WANT TO SHOWER YOU
WITH SUGAR LUMPS

WELL, ER, YOURS
IS THE SPARE ROOM, YOUR GRACE.

PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON, CAROL,
I CAN'T CONCENTRATE.

HE'S A GREAT LAUGH. I REMEMBER HIM
LAST YEAR TELLING HIS STORIES.

- FAMOUS NOVELIST HERE.
- YOU'VE NEVER READ ANY OF HER BOOKS.

GOD, HE WAS FANTASTIC, WASN'T HE?

RIGHT, THAT'S THAT.

FATHER HACKETT!

GOD!

- HOW'S YOUR HEAD, TED?
- NOT TOO BAD.

OH, NICE MOVE, K EV.
ACTUALLY, KEVIN...

RIGHT. WE JUST HAVE
TO STAND OUR GROUND.

'IRELAND, NO POINTS.'

NO ONE, NO ONE HAD SUCH
A HUGE EFFECT ON HIM AS FATHER JACK.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

"BE...YOURSELF..."

I'M BEING VERY SELFISH.
I'M SORRY, YOU GO AS ELVIS.

I HAVE TO LEAVE THE ROOM
FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES.